Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Los Fastidios to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
The Fortunes,
Young Marble Giants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
MC5,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Porter Ricks,
Peter & Gordon,
Altered Images,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
AZ,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
Zapp,
Andrew Hill,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.